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Gizmoduck To The Rescue!

Back at it again, surprisingly. Not gonna lie I overthought this one, adding more details and events that simply jumbled the whole thing. I got so frustrated with it, after working on it for nearly a week I deleted everything, copied the short paragraph I had previously and worked around there. It took me less than half a day to finish it. Will admit this one feels bit unpolished, but then again it’s only for practice (..yes). Hope you enjoy this bit, I will keep adding to it. Care to tag along? [Writing tip I learned: if ever frustrated, delete text and try again]. May do a quick summary here or recap ... Worth a shot -

Fenton moves to Duckburg and becomes wary of whether he should be G-Duck at all. An incident made him reconsider it, and the words of an annoyed citizen helped him decide.

Fenton expected stressful, knowledgeable and tiresome four years of education, with an additional 2 for his masters. However, he didn’t expect to be the campus’ Hero during that time. Though it was exhilarating, it wasn’t ideal for his education. Much like a Hero, sacrifices had to be made. He lost the chance to apply for masters programs and internships, but least he had the chance to graduate with a good major and minor. After graduation, Fenton decided to go back home to Duckburg, but raised the question of whether he could be “The G Duck” (he seriously has to change the name). He became a small icon at Uni, gaining some momentum but barely garnering any attention outside of the college bubble. Still, it felt good to stop and apprehend criminals. He debated whether he should join his M’ma in the force, but remembered her words of him never wanting to be part of the crime fighting scene, especially with how it can hurt him. He decided to give up the mantle of G-Duck, for his M’mas’ sake and his own, especially his own. As much as he enjoyed saving others, he was still Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera, a Latino duck with the dream of inventing contraptions to help others. Being G-Duck had interfered with his regular life so much, he’s nearly lost sight of his goals and desires entirely. So, he decided to start making a life plan while working at a bean factory as a machines engineer. Unfortunately for him, the plan stayed in the workshop for nearly 3 years. Fenton continued to work at the factory while hopping from different internships and jobs, hoping to get something to click, much to the annoyance of his M’ma. He hoped to figure out his path in life, least not feel lost on not knowing how to become an amazing inventor. He needed a sign, a direction, something to direct him to the right path. What Fenton didn’t expect was faith hurtling at him few days later. On a cold February morning, Fenton was waiting for the bus home after work when his gut felt a sharp pain, something wasn’t right. His tiredness forgotten as he returned to the moment, sensing someone nearby. He brushed off his worry as paranoia until they started walking towards him. Fenton tried not to react, trying to seem unaware as the way they were approaching him felt - wrong. Right then, he heard the kick of snow as they lunged at him. Fenton’s entire body immediately goes into action as he grabs the bird and slams them to the ground. He looks down to see different items scattered about, multiple wallets and digital devices, a thief. After contacting the police, Fenton was told they’ve been chasing the crook for over 3 blocks now, but got unlucky with Fenton. After the incident, his M’ma came to pick him up (hearing about the incident via her radio), scolding him for fighting the crook but complimented for his bravery as she dropped him off home. As he laid in bed, he kept repeating the events from earlier over and over his head, thinking of how - alive and right he felt on taking down the thief. He began to wonder if - he did the right thing in giving up being G-Duck, but he’s only a single duck in a big city, he wouldn't be able to protect it all, right? Destiny had other plans, as they came hurling towards him once again. He was at an electronics store, looking over parts to calm his urge of wanting to invent another gadget for his G-Duck persona (after the incident, he couldn’t resist, especially after grabbing the wrong duffle bag of G-Duck stuff instead of his gym clothes). As Fenton stayed in the back looking for specific wirings, a slam from the front of the store made him look up quickly. A trio of Beagle Boys had entered, demanding for money and goods. Fenton was out of sight, able to sneak into the “Employees Only” room to change into his G-Duck suit. He goes over multiple case scenarios: what they’ll do, how he should attack, who else can be involved. He wouldn’t be able to take them all down easily, he’ll need to sneak up on them, but how. Then, he slipped into the vents while changing, giving him an idea. He crawls through the vents to the center of the store, accessing the situation from above. The Beagle Boys had taken a hostage, making Fenton’s job be a bit more complicated, but not impossible. He finds the biggest Beagle Boy, jumping down and on top of the mutt, knocking them out before using his blaster and net to knock out and trap the other two crooks. As he tied up the biggest Beagle Boy, he checked over to the citizen he saved, a rather angry - chicken? Rooster (they are male but don’t have any tail featherings, odd). Fenton helps the c- citizen up from the ground, grumbling as they dusted themselves off before turning towards Fenton. He clears his throat and begins to fidget a bit as he - begrudgingly - thanks Fenton for saving him. Fenton welcomes them, the citizen soon commenting about his gadgets, or “gizmos” as the citizens called them. He talked about the cooling time of his blaster, stating it’ll be cut in half if they added a second ‘round to the blast. Fenton was confused, looking over his blaster, making his statement hypothetically possible. As he looked up again to thank him, the citizen had already left. He was confused before hearing the sirens of police, well that was his cue. He was able to find a quieter and private place to change back to his regular clothes, able to take his regular route back home. The memories of the incident replayed on his head again, over and over, being beyond thrilled of the incident (even with the danger of being caught). Could he - really be G-Duck in Duckburg? Though G-Duck won’t work, the name at least. Thinking back to what the citizen said about his gadgets, his gizmos. G-Duck, gizmos … Maybe now he can make this work.

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #ducktales 1987 #fenton crackshell cabrera #gyro gearloose #m'ma cabrera #alternate universe #kinda?#mix and match #i'm gonna lose it #i'm getting emotional #like damn

Gizmoduck To The Rescue! (fanfic short)

I’ll be honest, I’m testing out a method of just writing small fics to help me out of my writer’s block. Recently my latest affinity is Ducktales and after reading a prompt of Fenton being Gizmoduck without his suit, it made me want to write some shorts about how that can work out (unfortunately can’t give credit to the original post as I didn’t save it, but feel free to tag them on if you ever come across it). The fic will have a ship (Fenro, in tags), and will be a mix of the old and new Gizmoduck origin story. Short narratives, see if you enjoy them, gonna post the first one just to have it out and possibly get feedback (if you want don’t really care). I’ll post the rest, if you wanna stick around feel free to do so and read my practice writing. Enjoy your day

Fenton has always loved Superheroes. Ever since he was little he would stay up late on Friday evenings to watch the Movie Marathons while trying to wake up early the next morning to watch the Saturday Cartoon Specials with his Papa before his passing, his M’ma taking the role as she wanted to keep the tradition (with the exception he’d watch her novelas with her). He loved the costumes, their powers, but above all, he loved how they were always willing to do the right thing. They were always willing to risk their lives for others and face off the bad guys, much like his M’ma. Every night he’d pray and wish to get powers so he could help his M’ma with bad guys. Unfortunately that didn’t work, much to his disappointment and annoyance. So, he decided to look at the more “normal” superheroes, of regular people who use skills, gadgets and chemicals, peaking his interests in science. It was Christmas morning when 7-year-old Fenton got his first gadget, a toy blaster. He then decided to replicate, upgrade and make it really work. He began tinkering, learning about mechanics, wiring, circuits and electricity, taking his interest towards engineering. Soon what started as a hobby turned into a career. It was Freshman year when Fenton created his first gadget, a net shooter. That day he couldn’t contain his excitement and went out to test it out, a step closer to becoming a hero, unknowingly turning into one that same night. It was 1 AM when he stepped out of his dorm, walking a block before hearing shouts and growls. By instinct, he wanted to flee, but his gut ignored it and followed the noises round an alleyway to find - a bulky husky cornering a smaller yet annoyed parrot. The husky had a strong grip on the parrot’s arm, making him hiss out in pain but still hold his glare. Fenton didn’t know what led to the altercation, but knew he couldn’t leave, not when one is causing harm. He goes to get a closer look, hiding when he heard a voice - he recognized. It was Todd from Circuits! A friendly and proud queer, he was one of his partners in his study group, and would often chatter about relationships and advice if asked. Recently, he’s admitted to having issues with a guy that won’t leave him alone, even after his rejections, a husky. Fenton was now more determined to help, especially when the husky became more physically aggressive. Fenton wanted to help, but worried of his identity as he can be expelled, he couldn’t risk that. He looked around, trying to think of some way to conceal his identity, when he saw a stack of pizza boxes. He looks over his pockets to find a visor from an event and tape, it’ll have to do. He works quickly on making a rough outline of his figure to try and cover his feather before putting the visor on, and ensuring he could use the net shooter (names, and much of a test run). He calls out the husky, taunting and making accusations in hopes to draw him away from Todd, which worked too well. The husky turned to Fenton with rage and lunged at him, Fenton beyond thankful he took self defense classes and ran track for a while, allowing him to be agile and quick on his feet. Once he was away from Todd, he tried launching his net only to be clogged. Cursing at it and distracting him, Fenton resorting to defense as he tried to figure out what happened to the gadget. The husky was more bulkier and stronger, easily picking up Fenton and throwing him out when he was distracted, making him land on top of the gadget. He quickly checked the device to see it click, turning swiftly as the husky lunged at him again, able to launch his net and trap him. Fenton sighed in relief and looked over to see Todd on stand by, Fenton telling him to call the authorities, ensuring the husky wouldn’t be able to escape before leaving. The next morning Fenton woke up to news about a hero duck who saved a student from a violent husky. The student took a small recording of the heroic act, some calling him “The G Duck” by the logo on their “chest plate”. The student had nothing but gratitude for the hero, and truly deserved the recognition he is getting right now. Fenton was amazed, and at that moment he realized, he had become the hero he desperately wanted to be. He’s a hero! “The G Duck!” … Fenton seriously needs to improve on his naming skills.

#ducktales #alternate universe #au #fenro #fenton crackshell cabrera #ducktales (2017)#ducktales 1987 #gyro gearloose #m'ma cabrera #all characters may make an appearance #I write Ducktales fanfic now?#my disappointment is immesurable #i hope this makes sense

jedi-nila-rhyn

Reblog if you were a fan of Star Wars BEFORE The Mandalorian…

No hate intended I am just genuinely curious!

bad-days-are-ok

yellowxperil-deactivated2026012

srsly tho this is absolutely a thing that dudes do all the f***ing time

like where if he knows a girl doesn’t necessarily want to give him a hug, he will trap her in this position in front of witnesses where she has 2 options- both of which are undesirable for her, while simultaneously desirable for him

if she doesn’t want to hug him, whatever she does, it will suck for her.

she can 1. say nah and be the fucking asshole in front of other ppl or 2. forsake her corporeal boundaries and allow unwanted intimate contact

it’s a f***ing trap

bombchelle

F***ing hate dudes forreal.

poltxsexkitten

too many f***ing times ugh

potamideriver

Story time. One day I was on the MAX (basically a giant street car that goes all over the metro area) on my way to meet up with a few friends. I didn’t look at anyone, I didn’t speak to anyone, I just stood to the side on my phone making sure I wasn’t going to be late to my meeting. Out of no where, this guy comes up to me and starts to chat me up. Me, being who I am, am absolutely terrified to tell this guy to f*** off. He was at least half a foot taller than me, and was way too bulky for me to fight back. So I suck it up at humor him, say hello. Before introducing himself or asking me for my name, he asks me out on a date. Not wanting to piss him off I try to make light of the situation and I laugh, telling him that my boyfriend wouldn’t like the idea, but thank you for the offer. He just shrugs and says, “He doesn’t need to know.” At this point I’m scared out of my mind. There’s this guy who, after seeing me run two blocks to catch the train, comes up to me and has made it perfectly clear that he wasn’t going to leave without getting something out of me. I deny him a second time, saying, “I don’t even know you’re name. We’re strangers, I don’t know you.” He finally introduces himself and asks me for my phone number. I tell him I don’t give my number out to people I’ve just met and he says, “Fine, but at least take mine so we can meet up later.” So he watches me plug his number into my phone (which I deleted as soon as I knew I was safe and away from him) as we’re pulling up to my stop. I tell him I need to leave and switch trains and he tells me, “Oh, I’ll wait with you. I don’t have any plans, so I’m in no rush.” It’s important to note what at this point he had previously told me that he was late to a job interview, but he has all the time in the world because he still hasn’t gotten what he wanted from me; a yes. I get off of the train and he follows me, and waits at the platform with me for over ten minutes until my train arrives, asking me all sorts of personal questions about where I live and where I was going that day. As soon as the train pulls up he grabs for me and says, “Do I at least get a hug before you go?” I was terrified. I was embarrassed. This dude, who before even asking me for my name asks me out on a date and then continues to harass me after I tell him I have a boyfriend, asks me for a hug only fifteen minutes after meeting. People around us were staring at me, as if I was being rude for denying him, and every inch of me was mortified. I wanted to run, but I felt like if I had done that he would have chased after me and things would have gotten worse. So I did, and he squeezed me so tight I felt like I was going to burst. It took me a good ten seconds to get him to let go and I ran to the train car just as the doors were closing. He was trying to get me to miss my train so I would have to wait with him even longer. I would have been stuck there for over a half an hour until the next train came by, and the platform (aside from the few buses coming by) was now COMPLETELY EMPTY. He knew EXACTLY what he was doing and he knew EXACTLY how to get me alone with him. People, if you are in a situation like this do not feel obligated to give in. If someone is making you uncomfortable and asks to touch you in any way, YOU DO NOT HAVE TO SAY YES. Make excuses, be blunt, just straight up say ‘no’. If possible, go to someone else near by who you think can help you and ask them to help you. It’s important for guys to learn that they can’t get what they want just by asking over and over again. I got lucky. But not everyone does. Please, everyone, Be Safe.

d-o-llf-a-ce

SECOND STORY TIME

So I was on the transit bus alone one time. This was my first time riding, and so already I was PETRIFIED. I sit down, pull out my ipod, and begin to play some games. This guy sits down next to me, and begins trying to have a conversation. I don’t really respond, I don’t even look at him, just give half-hearted “mhm”s and “oh”s, as I don’t want to be rude if he was just striking up a friendly conversation. He then asks me on a date.

Now, as I stated before, I already was absolutely petrified. My heart stopped and I didn’t know how to answer. So I just didn’t. He didn’t let up and I could feel his eyes on me. I quietly stammer out a “no thanks” and my stop HAPPENS to be coming up, so I pull the string thing to let the driver know I want to stop there, and once we stop and the doors open I get up and he asks me, “Well, can I at least have a hug before you go if you won’t go on a date with me?”

This makes me break. There are now people staring, as we are the only people standing up and not getting off… So I just start crying. Hell, I am bawling almost instantly. He looks so fucking freaked out and people are now getting up to come over and comfort me/question him. I don’t stop crying, and he keeps trying to comfort me by touching me, and people are yelling at him for that.

AND THEN. AND. FUCKING. THEN. THE GOD DAMN BUS DRIVER. A VERY EASILY 6 FOOT BURLY MAN. COMES OVER TO US. PULLS THE GUY AWAY. AND KNEELS DOWN. HE THEN ASKS, IN THE MOST CALM VOICE, “Did you request the stop?” I very slowly and shakily nod, as I am still crying my eyes out. He then asks, “Do you want to get off?” I give a quiet “mhm” and nod once again, and he offers me his hand. I take it, he stands up, and he escorts me off the bus. He asks me questions such as where I was going next, if I was going to meet someone shortly, if I was going to transfer buses from there. He was very polite and waited for me to answer the entire time, and my friend (who I was going to be meeting there) showed up. He asked me if this was someone I knew, I said yes, and he said alright, have a good day. He then told me- and this is something stuck in my mind forever, so it is word for word-

“If some guy EVER starts harassing you like that again, do exactly what you did there. Cry. Cry and scream and have a temper tantrum. Not only will it throw him off, but it will get others to notice. They might not interfere, they might, but you will have gotten their attention and if you happen to go missing the next day the search for you will be a hell of a lot easier because everyone in that location will have seen you screaming and crying with a guy now very awkward with his actions. They will know. That is what my daughter did, and three days after she went missing she was back in my arms. I pray for you and every other person like you who has this done. You stay safe now, okay?” And after I began blubbering again, I nodded and he left.

So this is the second lesson for yall. If you can not have the courage to say no or make an excuse, cry. Let out those sobs and tears and cry your heart out. Because it is going to make people notice and make people aware.

cosmic-noir

Reblogging for that second story. This might save a life.

grumpybeardruid-archive-deactiv

I just wanna note that bus drivers can be really amazing and good ones do look out for their riders.

han-syolo-shot-first

Also, as an additional tip (in case you cannot cry on command or such), you can say, “No, because you’re creepy/creeping me out” and if he persists or tries to laugh it off, say “I do not want to be touched” and look at one of the strangers/persons that is watching.

It: 1. Gives them a sense of urgency in the situation, as the eye contact is a way to make them feel as though you are personally asking for their help and it is now their obligation to help. 2. Contains words so that if you’re in a public place but people aren’t necessarily watching, then they (as natural evesdroppers) can overhear the attention-grabbing words and then notice the situation. Note, this does NOT mean that they will come for help, but you might be able to look someone in the eye (as previously mentioned) or just get some people’s attention. 3. It shows that you have fight in you. As with rapists, those who are physically aggressive (ie. these huggers) choose women they see as an easy target. The moment you show them you are going/willing to fight them, they are less likely to continue. Sadly, this is not always the case, but every little bit helps.

Hopes this also helps, guys, and I’m so sad that this has to even be a post we need.

oxfordcommaforever

Dudes who follow me: 1) reblog this 2) don’t be the creepy guy who asks random women for hugs 3) be aware of your friends or random creepy dudes and call them out if they act gross towards girls/womem

midoriko-sama

Ok, I wasn’t going to comment about this, because there was no way of doing it without talking about a part of my life I really didn’t want to. But fuck that, there be young girls out there who need a hand.

So I used to be hot when I was young. I mean, model hot, because I actually used to model. Even now, I’ve let myself go on purpose because I was tired of the harassment. But I fit a UK size 6 with a pert ass from volleyball and a cup c breast. As you can imagine, I couldn’t wear anything or go ANYWHERE without being harassed. I sometimes even happened in church.

Anyway, I’m not a shrinking lily, and when I get angry enough I can do some crazy shit. So here are some of my coping mechanisms:

1) find a matronly looking lady, run up to her with ‘aunt may! I haven’t seen you in ages! ’ then whisper ‘please help he’s harassing me!’. 99.9 times out of 100, she will be scandalised and help you anyway even if she’s annoyed or in a hurry. If no older lady is available, find a younger one, or a nun, or a trans lady. We of the sisterhood know what it is to be harnessed, and I guarantee if you look frightened enough, they will help.

2) If you are out alone at night, and someone is following you, spot a house or apartment where the lights are on and knock, asking ‘mum’ or ‘dad’ or ‘john’ to let you in. Even if the people inside are annoyed, odds are they won’t turn you away, and you can phone someone to pick you up, or phone the police from a safe space

3) Make noise. Cry and scream loudly, call them out ‘i don’t know you and you are terrifying me! Please get away from me!’ if there are people around. Even if they don’t help directly for fear of their own safety, someone around you is calling security or 911.

4) speak a foreign language. If you know it, speak the language to them fast and incessantly, like you have just met someone you knew and you’re just giving the best performance rant of why your OTP is the best OTP. Make yourself ANNOYING. Think about what would be awkward and annoying to you and make it what you do to them. If you make them think YOU are something to get away from they will leave you in peace.

Now beware, the following ones are the CRAZY ones and may not always work. But they are a valid last resort:

5) stare at them. Stare at them like you’re hungry and they are a hapless deer you’re going to tear to pieces. Like yours the girl from the ring emerging from the TV to kill them. Don’t smile, don’t change your expression. DON’T BLINK. Hold their state like you’re Wednesday Adams about to do unspeakable things to a spider, and they are the spider. Even the most courageous of stalkers balk at this, but if they don’t…

6) Use the Hannibal Lector. After staring at them for and extended period of time (imagine all the things that have made you scared, imagine you could get revenge on them for putting you here, that’s the thought you need to have), if they are getting closer to you, whisper something like ‘i would fry your liver in garlic’. Even the hardiest ones will be taken aback, but keep it up while making sure you don’t let the others hear you. Things like, occult star readings requiring blood, wondering whether he is the offering the spirits sent. If you’re on this site you’ve read some weird shit at least once. Tell him that. Tell him you would like him to meet your lord, Vlad the Impaler, who requires much blood to be appeased. Be a stereotypical ‘crazy bitch’ like they see in the movies. Believe it or not, this has worked for me twice.

Above all, banish the notion that you have to be polite.

They were impolite by approaching you. If you can, ignore them. If you are not alone, pointedly put headphones in your ear, and don’t make eye contact, wait for them to realise that ‘youre a bitch anyway’ and move away. If you are alone, evade and find places and ways to fix that as soon as POSSIBLE.

And if all else fails, summon Satan.

prismatic-bell

Something I have learned at work:

Never underestimate the power of a good “EXCUSE me????”

Legit. It makes people STOP IN THEIR TRACKS. This is the one I whip out when people start swearing at me over the headset and always, without fail, they stop what they’re saying, shocked.

Go for offended, and go for loud. Not yelling loud, but giving-your-best-presentation loud. “EXCUSE me??? You approached me two minutes ago, I don’t even know your name, and you want WHAT? Creep.”

For one, the presentation will shock them. For another, that indignant tone? EVERYONE AROUND YOU IS GOING TO WANT TO LISTEN TO THIS JUICY SHIT.

Now the second key here is, DON’T LET HIM JADE (justify, argue, defend, explain). He smiles and goes “I just wanted–” FUCKING INTERRUPT HIM. Firmly. Irritably. “I heard what you wanted, and I’ve already declined once. Maybe you should go back to kindergarten where they teach you no means no.” Run right over the fucker. He’s not respecting your words, you don’t need to respect his.

A further note: if you’re an iPhone user, you can use Siri to call 911. (I know Android has a similar function, but I don’t know what it is–play with your AI and find out.) If you’re in a secluded area, this works well; I used to walk home from work at 2am and had to do it twice. Make eye contact with your harasser, activate Siri, and loudly, firmly say “Siri, call 911.” Siri will immediately reply “calling emergency services.” (It actually takes five seconds to activate, but there’s a Call Now button if you need it.) Almost ALWAYS the person harassing you would rather take off than wait for you to get a dispatcher on the line.

lazycrownsuit

Don’t want to post much stuff like this but this might be helpful one day for someone. Read it, even just a small part.

prismatic-bell

I have no memory of this post, but it remains true with one update:

Iphone users past the 6, there is now a new way to activate emergency services. I have the SE 2016 and cannot help you, but the internet should be able to tell you how to access this function. Check for it. It could save your life.

Also I didn’t mention this the first time around, but a guy tried to steal my carryon when I was on a flight once and and the trick I mentioned above kept him from walking off with it. EVERYONE turned to stare. EVERYONE. He dropped the bag and went “Uh I was just-just-just I thought it was mine.” “Really? You thought my women’s backpack was your bag that you haven’t taken out of the overhead bin?”

He went SILENT. He knew he had no defense left. He just sort of slunk off the plane with his (definitely very distinctive, not at all resembling mine) bag.

IT WORKS.